Way back in the 1920’s, my dad had his own business… Russell Vogler Export Company… and he exported logs to Japan. He had an uncanny ability to look at a boom of logs, and could tell how many board feet of lumber it would produce, very close to the actual tally. He told me once that he looked at the boom of logs and the number just popped into his head!
Dad “worked with the tides” so would be up and away very early some mornings. Mom always got up and made his breakfast no matter how early it was.
I still have some of her china, in the cupboard up over my stove, where I can’t even get at it for a peek. It was painted – about 1927. After the stock market crash of 1929, she no longer had the money to buy the supplies for painting, nor did she have the time after we moved to Beaver Valley.
When we lived on Angus, bread and milk were delivered door to door. There was a Chinese vegetable man who came around with his horse and wagon. There was even ice delivery for the Ice Box. No fridge in those days.
Beaver Valley was a different story. Mom had to make all their bread. Milk came from milking a cow, and you made your own butter, and cottage cheese and buttermilk…and you grew your own vegetables, and picked wild berries to make jam. Dad had a permit from the Game Warden to shoot animals out of season for our meat. We would have a whole moose hanging in the hay loft of the barn in winter. Just saw off what you needed!
We didn’t have a washing machine. All laundry was done by hand, on a scrub board… after the water was carried up the hill from the well down by the barn, heated on the wood stove, then carried out to dump it after you were finished. You hung the clothes outside on the clothesline, even in winter, when they froze stiff as boards!. Irons had to be heated on top of the stove, so you usually had two or three of them. The handle was changed from one to the other.
I think maybe before it was thrown out, some of that water was used to wash the floor!
Yes, it was a different time! And a different way of life!